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Bene, scendere! Ora. [Bene whined before running back towards her. She picked him up and scratched his ears.] What are you doing up here?
Sorry, he really is cute, I'm just a little weird with dogs. Though I'll deny that if you repeat it. I came up to talk to you about some possible choreography for the dance team, but if you're busy with him it can wait.
Yes, he’s mine. He’s jumping because he’s managed to find someone new that he wants to play with.
Okay. You're cute, now get down puppy, you're going to rip my hose. [Bending awkwardly at the knee, Iva let Bene sniff her fingers and carefully pushed him back down onto his four feet before scratching the top of his head, almost snatching her hand back when he moved his head to lick her fingers.]
"Bene! Get back here!"
Oh, hello- puppy. Sienna is this one yours? Why is he jumping up on me?
Strangers in the Street || Flynn & Iva
Flynn caught himself sizing up each of Iva’s family members. His gaze nearly resembled the one he had when he was working. His expressions were calm but it were his eyes which gave away his intentions. His hand returned to his jean pockets but he would much rather have made some contact with Iva in order to calm her down. He was still unsure what her family would consider appropriate and he tried to not act without full knowledge of his adversaries. The military training never really does leave.
He offered polite smiles to both women, however, and mentioned how it was a pleasure to meet them. He more than anything wanted to retort with how Iva had mentioned them before and it wasn’t all bad. Yet he never really got the chance to speak up before he was nodding at Iva’s mother. His eyes went down to Iva’s and he tried to convey in some way that she didn’t have to worry about him. He was already being as polite as he could considering all that had happened between Iva and her parents.
When glaring started to occur and he sensed the situation was beginning to get more heated than probably most of the group wanted, Flynn happily started to answer the question. The word was still funny to hear but over the past few months, Flynn was beginning to grow to enjoy it. It was at the pat of the hand that Flynn felt justified in taking over a response. His control was only really best when in the field.
"As far as I’m aware boyfriend is the correct term, actually. I know nothing about God being involved but what Iva has done in the past does not effect our relationship." His gaze wandered from staring straight at her grandmother to Iva. "And why should it, da?” Flynn only held slight knowledge of the language, which was why he kept it hidden. A week in southern Europe was enough for him to pick up necessary words of the language. Flynn’s expression appeared as if he were being completely conversational, yet his gaze continued to hold a heaviness that forced him to return his hands into his pockets once more.
Her heart gave little jump and Iva glanced at Flynn with a surprised but grateful smile, trying to convey her appreciation through a glance. She wasn't worried about Flynn being polite, even if he hadn't she wouldn't have been offended. She knew that he was angry on her behalf because of what had happened, and even if it hadn't happened, getting chummy with her parents had never been something Iva required from people in her life.
""Mozhe bi ne ste chuvali dostatŭchno ot nego, a sled tova." Hristina Ivanov grumbled before she gave Flynn the same assessing look as her son and offered a careless smile and a shrug, crossing to her granddaughter and patting her on the cheek in a would-be affectionate way, though Iva was resisting the urge to wince at the hands so close to her face. "Oh do not misunderstand mladezh, I love all my granddaughters, even Ivy. You will have to forgive an old woman, I suppose I was raised to believe that good girls behave a way, and so do girls who are not. I guess it is old fashioned to expect a young woman to behave herself anymore. But, what is the phrase? 'Love the sinner, hate the sin'?"
Iva rolled her eyes heavenwards and almost turned on her heel and walked away. This was the type of thing she'd been hearing from her grandmother for years, and it had lost its affect on her ages ago, or so Iva told herself. Still, the fact that the old hag was spouting this in front of Flynn was making Iva think longingly of vodka.
Iva's mother winced, and Iva noted that she seemed more anxious than was usual, less likely to join in with the family teasing and lecturing that normally occurred. Perhaps the time she'd gone since talking to her daughter had affected her. "Svekŭrva," she chided before continuing, questions seeming to burst from her mouth before she could stop them "How are you Ivache? How is your doctor visits? Are you doing better?"
"Emilja." Valentin said, laying a hand on the small of his wife's back and leaning in to mumble something in Bulgarian that Iva couldn't catch. Standing straight again, he looked at Flynn with a polite but distant smile, suitable for a polite conversation with stranger, but not when you hadn't seen your youngest daughter for months. "So Flynn, tell us about you."
Iva groaned quietly, letting her head fall forward into her waiting hand. "Daddy-" she started
"Hush mishka, I'm simply making conversation."
Strangers in the Street || Flynn & Iva
Their surroundings had taken up most of his senses but he did find himself enjoying the way their hands swung slightly between them. He was drawn to the different aromas that surrounded them and he was reminded of a street market he had been to in Singapore. That had been one crazy liberty. His eyes followed Iva’s gaze as she stared down the dancers but he said nothing and simply smirked. He found her love of dancing endearing, especially in these small moments when she would ignore everything else around her.
He wondered very briefly if she realized that her hand had clenched his harder than normal as he noticed three people approaching them. Based on the tone in her voice and her general body language, he wondered if he should pull them away now or later. He didn’t know any Bulgarian but he could figure out who the three were based on the intensity of the air around them now. Flynn’s attention was pulled away from the women as he noticed the older man’s eyes on him.
Father. It was easy to see the same intensity of his gaze that Iva at times held. Remembering the past issues Iva had with her family had Flynn forcing his hands into his pockets in order to avoid showing his clenched fists. His muscles tightened as he attempted to figure out where the conversation was about to lead. He was calm as he let go of the facts and focused on the moment. Relaxing his body, Flynn continued to stare at the older man. ”Flynn Winton. I go to CBU with your daughter.” He stuck his hand out for the other man.
"Valentin Ivanov, pleasure." Iva's father introduced himself in a dry, almost uninterested tone that said that he didn't quite have the measure of Flynn just yet and therefore didn't quite know how to play it. He shook Flynn's hand firmly and offered a polite smile. "This is my wife Emilja, and my mother Hristina. Iva has probably not mentioned us, though your name sounds familiar." He said, shooting his daughter a sideways look that had the girl staring at the ground. Iva had mentioned her family a few times actually, and not always in a negative way, until she'd been disinherited, but telling her father that was useless, he would say something cutting about being shocked and claim it was 'teasing'.
"Hold, Flynn?" Iva's mother said with a furrowed brow, as if she were trying to remember something, looking over at him. Mrs. Ivanov's accent was thicker than her husband's, though better than her mother-in-law's by far. "This is the man who takes you from jail, ja?"
""Ja Maika" Iva supplied, jumping on the line of conversation eagerly and unconsciously slipping into the Bulgarian names for her parents that she used to use when she wanted to get on her parents' good side. She offered Flynn a tense smile. "He is, he's great."
"Oh, how kind of him." Emilja cooed, flashing a bright smile at her daughter's companion. "Thank you Flynn, blagodaryá, we were glad to hear she was safe."
"Hmm, I was not surprised." Hristina Ivanov scoffed gently, crossing her arms and continuing in a passive-aggressive tone. "Little Ivy had good talent for weaseling out of bad situation with no consequences." Speaking to her daughter directly, she offered a smile and deceivingly friendly tone. "Vizhdam, che otnovo sa namerili momcheto da sledvat sled kato zagubeno kuchentse."
Iva didn't catch all of the words but she understood the general meaning and she couldn't help the glare that she leveled at the older woman, merely receiving a raise eyebrow in return. Despite how things had changed since she went to college, Iva never used to really stand up to her parents, let alone her stern, disdainful Baba. She would speak in her own defense of course, but so often her defenses were dismissed and her parents' words were dubbed 'teasing', so Iva had always looked like an overly sensitive, petulant child until she'd rarely bothered. Ever the peacekeeper, Iva's mother looked between her daughter and mother-in-law and seemed to pick the first topic that came to mind.
"So Flynn, you are Iva's... boyfriend?" She asked in a bright tone, nodding in Flynn's direction and cutting her eyes over at her youngest daughter, hoping to draw her away from the confrontation by talking to him directly about their relationship.
Iva flushed as her father looked away from Flynn to turn his penetrating gaze on her. She had never told her parents about her opinions on love or relationships, there was no reason to, but Milena 'let things slip' enough that they had a good enough idea what Iva's love life was like. Before she could answer, her grandmother butted in with another fake smile, patting her daughter-in-law's hand. "Oh I'm sure boyfriend is not the right word Emilja, Little Ivy does not do such things, recall? She does not like to narrow herself and live life God intended."
Strangers in the Street || Flynn & Iva
Humming contentedly, Iva enjoyed the quiet chatter around them as they walked around a small park near where Flynn lived. There was some festival or other going on, and Iva was looking over some of the handmade clothing and jewelry as they passed the stalls. She looked over at Flynn and smiled, swinging their loosely interlocked hands between them for a moment. They weren't really holding hands for any sort of affectionate reason- they were definitely not a PDA couple, but more so they didn't lose each other in the crowd. As they continued on, Iva resisted the urge to pull Flynn over where some band was providing live music and couples were dancing together in some sort of plaza.
She was focused on the dancers, and didn't immediately notice that someone nearby her was speaking in Bulgarian. It wasn't until a familiar voice called out her childhood nickname that she stiffened and turned towards where her parents and, oh no, her grandmother, were rushing towards her. Iva wanted nothing more than to hide behind Flynn, or better yet, to let go of his hand and run away until she could slip into the crowds and make her way back to the apartment. The only thing that kept her rooted was a stupid, tiny niggling of hope that maybe if they saw that she was happy and healthy and obviously doing well- she subconsciously tugged her shirt to make sure her irrigation tube scars were covered.
"Ivache,moeto bebe!" her mother called again in her thick accent as she reached her daughter, throwing her arms around her youngest in a rare but tight hug. Iva let go of Flynn's hand to return it, if a little hesitantly. After a moment her mother released her from her bone crushing hug and smoothed her clothes carefully, though she still looked like she wanted nothing better to cling to her youngest daughter.
"Vnúchka." her grandmother greeted her with a fake smile that looked slightly distasteful, though that was how she had looked at her youngest granddaughter ever since Milena had 'accidently' told her about Ryan, and how he had tricked the youngest Ivanov into bed. The religious older woman, who still lived in Bulgaria, had halted all affection she ever showed her granddaughter at that point, and had since sent her books, in Bulgarian- a language Iva was far from fluent in, about Catholicism, saints, and abstinence.
"Zdraveite, Baba." Iva replied, slipping into a slight Bulgarian accent that she tended towards when she was home. She offered the older woman a slight wave and wasn't surprised when it wasn't returned. Oh well.
Stepping back, Iva looked at her father to see that he was looking at Flynn, and Iva recognized the face he made when he was sizing someone up, Milena hadn't inherited her biting wit or her ability to accurately judge someone and manipulate them exactly as she wanted them from a stranger. This could end poorly very quickly.
"Who is this Iva?" Valentin Ivanov said without a greeting, finally turning from Flynn to look between the two of them.
I guess I’ll have to get one as soon as possible. People get on my nerves at times. They’re just lucky I don’t blow up easily. Apparently anything that involves physical violence isn’t wise.
Well unluckily, I am the type who blows up easily, and it doesn't even slow them down. Some men on this campus do not have good survival instincts- what makes an idiot laugh when I tell him if he doesn't put an appropriate amount of space between him and I, I'm going to punch him in the throat? But yeah, physical violence is a no go, don't follow Lottie or I's example in that regard. I'm so glad I'm the youngest in my family and don't have to set a good example for anyone.
You’re getting help now? Oh, good. Snark aside, it’d be a shame to see the little bit of talent you do have go to waste if you ended up nearly drinking yourself to death again. Besides, I’d have no one to compete with on stage. It you’d hold your breath for a minute, I’d let you know I didn’t really come to start anything. I came for a truce of sorts, I suppose. This is the year I plan on having Broadway pick me up, and I know I’d put a lot more into my roles if I didn’t have to worry about wasting oxygen on these ridiculous back-and-forths. If I’m going to be honest, the competition you present strives me to kick your ass in everything I do, and I know you hate the air I breathe, so I’m not suggesting you and I join sides, I’m only offering a cease-fire for this term. No petty remarks and no pokes at your many flaws. Starting now?
I don't really need or want your approval, but thank you, I suppose. Whatever Lana, I don't think either of us have the self control for that, especially with how much we have to be around each other. It's no secret I have a short temper and you somehow manage to piss me off just by standing still and breathing. We're both competitive, we both can be really petty, and neither of us can overlook an insult- it's not exactly a stellar mix. We've had our moments though, so, I guess as long as you keep your mouth shut, I'll do my best not to point out your many, glaringly obvious flaws. Besides, as you can imagine I have my own shit that requires more attention than trading insults with you.
Iva Moodboards || Family II
Everyone has a pepper spray now, huh? Maybe I should get one. -shakes head- Anyway, some dude said that to me before I arrived. Honestly, it was hilarious if you think about it. Yeah. He definitely made my day. Though I almost gave him a sandwich. -pops knuckles-
You definitely should- every girl should. People are so fucking weird. Anymore I just really hate it when strangers talk to me, so if someone had said something bizarre like that to me, I'd probably punch them too. Which wouldn't be wise.
Wouldn’t you feel weirded out if a total stranger just went up to you and say, “Give me your pot of gold”.
... Yes, very much so. I'd probably have one hand on my pepper spray, frankly. Why?
Iva Moodboards || Face Value 2
People I've never even met before know my business- it's fucking annoying.
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Iva Moodboards || Flynn
Iva hasn't dropped the L word yet, but there's a smile on her face when his name is brought up in conversation, and a sense of permanence that she's never experienced before. In her own words: "I don't know if I have it in me to trust anyone anymore, but if I were going to, I'd trust him."
